Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.